[ Miles has been celebrating, social butterfly that he is. But even he tires of it eventually, and it's after that first night of revelry - when he's completely drunk and staggering back towards the outsider's tent - that he encounters Wash. A bright smile overwhelms his features as he spots the man. ]
Wash! Where have you been? I need - need to thank you.
[ He moves to grab the man's arm, leaning against him. ]
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Wash! Where have you been? I need - need to thank you.
[ He moves to grab the man's arm, leaning against him. ]